Bloody Bliss

Ch.3 figure it out before it's too late

Oh god I am so sore its like thousands of electrical wires were wrapped around my body and cranked to full blast. My eyes opened and had to adjust to the darkness. They swept the room. Black curtains closed firmly. Black walls with golden decorating and red rose outlines; I had done when I stayed home after the first I got the shit kicked out of me. I wasn't in my loft bed I was on the pull out couch. The loft had built in drawers in the steps up to the bed a small cupboard, some shelves with a desk and some more drawers to go with it. But there was a figure in my chair. "Allah?" The figure stirred as if I woke them from some sort of state they were in. 

"No its me Alex." 

"Da Faq are you doing in my room!?" I half screamed as I tried bolting of the black couch. To be greeted by a pair of strong hands forcing me down. Alex sat down next to me. "Don't try and get up you are still healing." 

"Where are my sisters?" 

"They should be home from work any minute. Just relax." he cooed in my ear. His words were like silk making me drowsy. I heard the front door open and click shut but before I could hear any more I drifted into sleep.

I woke up still on the pull out couch with Allah rubbing my shoulder to try and wake me. "Night come on I know your sore but please try and be strong we need you to keep going." I groaned and held her hand to get up. I did NOT want to go today but hey who the hell would if they were me? The fifteen minute drive seemed like years as the anxiety took over to extremes. I was scared shitless what would they do to me? When? Where? How? These questions raced through my mind. Soon enough I am sure they would be answered. Azaelia parked the car and the three of us spilled out. I trudged slowly up the stairs to the school entrance. My sisters stayed out side to talk to some of the girls they had met through work or school. The hallway seemed less lively today and I had to make it down three more hallways to get to my locker. I gulped and kept walking when suddenly hands wrapped around me and drug me to a near by deserted classroom. They bound my hands with duck tape. "Now, Now you are going to regret not dying yesterday. And as punishment we are going to destroy you. Piece by piece. Day by day. Have fun you stupid little bitch." with that she turned around and went to leave. As her hand stretched out to open the door she turned with a wicked smile plastered on her stupid face. "Have your fun boys make her suffer." as the door clicked behind her the kicks started over and over again. Till I was numb they didn't go for the places I would faint or pass out at. The kicks were just enough to make it a numbing pain they made sure I was going to stay fully a wear of what they were doing. Soon after they left laughing and muttering "Fag I hate you."

I started to struggle with the tape and soon enough it came off after my wrists became raw. I stood up and slowly limped down to the bathroom. A passed a mirror but it wasn't me that looked back at me. It was a girl with crazed hair a split lip with bruises and gashes with running blood still oozing out of them. She looked defeated not sarcastic and cocky. She looked depressed instead of retardedly happy. Turning on the tapes I glared at this stranger in this mirror. I wash all of the blood off of my face. I dumped the makeup cases contents on the counter from my purse. I started with pure ivory foundation and smeared it on my face and all exposed bruises. Slowly getting to fixing my eyeliner and lipstick.

After a few minutes I finally was able to walk out of the bathroom. My human studies class was fifteen minutes into class. So as you can probably guess I got in trouble for being late. I sat down next to Jace. On my desk was a note with my name scripted in cursive writing. Flipping it open to reveal what it said on the inside. It read: Night, 

Meet me at the bench.  

Alex

That's all it said. So I guess I meet him after school. Then something collided into my hand making a soft donk noise. Before thudding softly onto my desk. I was a paper airplane with fag and freak written all over it. I crumpled it up and threw at the guys snickering in the back. The classes went buy painfully slow even drama went by slowly. All I could do was try to ignore the constant whispers shot in my direction "Fag."